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Back Door Fun: Lust in a Hot Climate #3

Not being averse to rear entry, I opened the lube from my bedside cabinet…

In Part One and Part Two we learned that Dan decided to ditch his studies and the UK. He helps out Mr and Mrs Jock at their bar in Magaluf. And Jock is happy for Dan to also shag his foxy 50 something wife. In this episode which can be read as a stand alone, Dan’s sex life takes a different turn …


Back Door Fun

It has to be said, flying out to Magaluf was one of the best decisions of my life. The trip changed my goals completely. The boy in me was transformed into a man by spending time with Judy. And going out fishing with her husband, Jock, was similar to a bloke’s night out — too much beer with nothing taking the bait. Not only that, I loved working at Jock’s Place. Things couldn’t have been better.

One day I took a stroll down to the beach. It was my afternoon off from the bar and I fancied a swim. The sea was a delight but it wasn’t long before the sun loungers were all taken. Most seemed to be occupied by people about my age — early 20’s — who covered themselves with lotion, laid down and went to sleep.

I was just about to go for a swim when I noticed an extremely gorgeous babe walking past in only a thong. Her small round titties gleaming with oil in the sunlight. Nipples pert even in the heat. I suspected she had recently applied sun cream and massaged them to attention. My cock stirred as I watched her ambling down to the sea and I began to anticipate the planned evening ahead with Judy in her skimpy lingerie. Even at fifty-something I knew she would give most of these young babes a run for their money.

Once I had dried off I hurried back to Jock’s Place and Judy met me at the door.

“Dan I‘m’ sorry. I was looking forward to a dirty night with you and goodness knows I need a fuck but we’re too busy. A party has just booked half the restaurant area. Another evening, honey.”

Seeing the disappointment on my face she continued. “That doesn’t mean you can’t have some sexy fun. You aren’t tied to my apron strings! Why don’t you go and find some chicks your own age. C’mon you know I don’t mind.” She nestled against me, then discreetly and gently gave my balls a squeeze. “I think these need emptying sooner than I can give them any attention.” She kissed me lightly on the lips and went back into the bar.

I decided to check out the talent at a club on the outskirts of town so headed off in that direction intending to stop for a bite to eat first. Just as the larger buildings dwindled and the smaller local cafes appeared my eye was caught by a pretty taverna. It was family-owned and by far the best feature was their nineteen year old daughter, Maria, who was waiting tables.

She was a peach. Long, straight black hair framed her delicate features. Rosebud mouth ripe and ready. Not to mention, as soon as I sat down it was obvious she liked me. Over the course of dinner I invited her to the club with me. She nodded, although I was not sure she understood what I’d asked. Maria didn’t speak much English. However, after I‘d ’finished that first meal she took my hand and made it clear she was not interested in going to a club — she wanted to come back to my room. And who was I to say no?

We only just made it through the door before I was tasting her generous mouth. Stripping in double quick time she landed on her knees to worship my cock. Her whole face pushed against me as her mouth took in my dick. Without inhibitions she licked and slurped as if she had never witnessed such a fine penis. She was a welcome antidote to the stuck-up students from my college at home in England.

To be honest I was overwhelmed by her attentions and as Mrs Jock had noticed my balls were ready to burst so it wasn’t long until her pretty face was covered in my sperm. Maria didn’t seem to mind. After cleaning up we began kissing again. I was in my prime so my cock was not quiet for long.

I pushed her face-down onto the bed, needing to fuck. Covering my dick with a rubber I lined up for a swift entry when her hand went down between her legs and she stopped me penetrating her cunt. Muttering, in broken English, ‘I a virgin’. Well that statement certainly surprised me but when she moved my knob to her arse hole, making a few appreciative moans, I understood — having heard that in some cultures it was important to still be intact on the wedding night. Not being averse to rear entry I opened the lube from my bedside cabinet and generously rubbed it over the condom and her anus. Then inched myself into the warm, tight orifice.

Maria arched her back and wriggled so my rod was completely engulfed. Her hand went down to her clit and as I rode her home she rubbed at her bud until we both fell onto the bed, sweaty and fulfilled. I stayed on top until my dick slid out. What a girl. I mean Mrs Jock was great but Maria was nearer my own age and so willing too. I wondered if I could fall for a babe like her. Before I managed to ask if she wanted to stay the night, she jumped up, dressed and rushed home jabbering on about her father.

The next day I sat down with a coffee and told Judy all about it. She didn’t mind at all. In fact she suggested I get Maria out of my system and see her as much as I wanted. Reassuring me she would be waiting to provide some proper loving.

To be continued…


Back Door Fun: This story first appeared on my Medium Profile, as part of a two episode series. I am sharing it here in four parts, each published on a Saturday and linked to Wicked Wednesday and Erotic Fiction Deluxe. However, if you are impatient for the final part, you can continue to the next episode here…

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Mischief – Back Door Fun
Lottery – Back Door Fun

Space for Someone like Me


Before Covid my man and I worked together all over the UK. Our home was a beloved bolt-hole where we recharged our batteries before going back to our job.

The first lockdown trapped us in a city, so we were determined not to be caught out by the second one in2021. We made sure we were already in our own place when the restrictions were enforced. However, we found ourselves in an impossible situation. Our wonderful home, which we adored, had developed toxic mold. Because of the nature of our work, we had never needed to be there for more than a few weeks at a time. The mold had literally crept up on us. It was a very painful experience for many reasons. Mentally and physically. So much so, that I have chosen to write about it here in an abstract manner.

My Story — My Space

I had a space. Paradise. I lived in that space. Loved in that space and loved that space.

Then in a few short months it turned on me, outside and in, clawed at my body and soul. Destroying my spirit and eating away my insides. Scarring my skin and my self esteem. This all sounds far fetched but it happened — not long ago.

My space was natural and bright. Wooded and green. About a hundred meters from the backdoor a river roared as it went on its way.

Before my space showed it’s forked tongue the virus had imprisoned me in another place where I pined for my woodland paradise. Instead, I was cooped up in a tiny urban square, feeling I didn’t belong and wasn’t wanted. I searched for the others but they didn’t reply. And all the while I longed to see green rather than grey. Finally, happy was the day when I returned and embraced my woodland home.

When lockdown two arrived, I dug my heels into the mud and refused to budge from my personal heaven — even though I was ordered to stay inside, except for one walk a day after dusk. But as I sat my ground, watching the birds swoop from branch to post, the arborists came and cut down the trees. Right in front of my eyes. Massive kings that had welcomed the spring for centuries. As if they were worthless, but of course they were not. So the men chopped them into logs and sold them for firewood. My soul screamed inside. Totally scarred by the indignity and unnecessary rape of the land. And while the injustice outside tore at my sensibility, inside became physically toxic and began to attack my health.

I could see things were not right. But the memories and expectations of my space would not let me give up. So, my nails tore into my tingling, itching skin and I fed the birds on the decking — as they stayed even though the trees were gone.

But there is only so much that a being can stand. But stand it you can, until shown something else you knew before — life without the hardship or having to swim in the toxic soil.

That’s when the flag was raised and I was told enough is enough. No matter how I protested he said, “no more — it’s making us sick!”

The space I loved… Turned in on itself so there wasn’t clarity within for me to enjoy. Only poisonous air where once love had been. So I left it behind in search of another space, one to help me mend, where the air would be clear and the trees and I could breath.

I never thought I’d find one but good fortune was on my side. Karma if you will. And now each day, as I hear the waves crash on the shore, I praise the universe for creating other spaces that heal and do not harm.

Plus, the knowledge that there is more than one space for man — or a woman like me.


Toxic Mold

Toxic mold or black mold is a fungus. It can grow in your home in dark, damp places that perhaps you don’t even realise exist until too late. That is exactly what happened in my home. Not everyone is badly affected by mold spores. However, some people may be more sensitive to them than others, such as those with allergies or long term eczema sufferers (me). People who are susceptible to the fungus can then develop respiratory symptoms, and other problems, after inhaling just a small number of spores.

Fungal spores are ubiquitous in indoor environments, and the growth of mould in buildings can often lead to negative health effects such as skin rashes, headaches, dizziness and chronic fatigue of the occupants.

The National Center for Biotechnology

Once mold damage has occurred to walls, furniture or clothes it is very difficult to reverse. Some use bleach which only masks the stain. Concoctions of white vinegar, lemon juice and grapefruit seed extract are better at killing the spores.

Thankfully, my story has a happy ending. Even though we had to move and dispose of a lot of personal effects, we have now found a happy space, and

after hardship life in general tastes sweeter.


Find out other information about black mold here — if you really want to…

This story first appeared on my Medium profile last year.

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Wicked Wednesday

Age is only a Number: Lust in a Hot Climate #2

In part one, Dan takes a lone holiday to Magaluf. He enjoys the atmosphere of a café in town that is owned by an older Scottish couple – Jock’s Place. One night at a special event he gets lucky and enjoys a knee trembling experience with a sexy looking, Mrs Jock, who he thinks must be twice his age.

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Jock’s Place: Lust in a Hot Climate #1

Relaxing on the sun lounger, I watched the babes massaging lotion into their boobs and thighs, and my cock stirred.

Jock’s Place – Part one of four

I’d just turned twenty when I went to Magaluf on the Spanish island of Majorca. Back in those days, they called it Shagaluf. For obvious reasons. It was the last summer before completing my degree. A final chance to let my hair down, then it would be time to start a job. ‘Stockbroker,’ I thought. I was studying Business at Durham University, so that seemed like the right career path.

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Fiction Marathon Feedback: Round One, 2022

I loved this round. It challenged the writers, but also got the best out of them. It is very difficult to put across all you want to convey in such a short word count. In my opinion, round one of the marathon is the hardest one.

The Fiction Marathon Round One Assignment Specification

Write a sentence that evokes fear.
Only ONE sentence
15-35 words

The voting page will contain all the stories and feedback from readers and writers for all the stories, in the comments section…

What I was looking for when giving feedback for round one of the Fiction Marathon:

Everyone looks for different things when reading through a list of entries like this. I am a very visual writer. When I pen a story, I am just putting words to the images I see in my head. So in this round I was looking for a picture, conveyed in a scene or setting. I like brave writing but am not keen on overwriting, particularly when the word count is so low. I wanted the sentence to flow as a whole without being too concerned whether the writer used 15 or 35 words. There is such a short time to impress the reader, so beware of being too clichéd.

I was hoping to feel fear while I read a sentence, and as a writer it may be easier to evoke fear when writing in the 1st or 2nd person. Also, l was looking out for those who made the title work for them. As in, rather than picking the title to say what is going on in the sentence, use it to give the reader more information.

NB: I wrote notes on all the stories before I knew who had written them…

So here is my feedback.

When reading feedback, please remember that what we personally like to read is very subjective. I pull from my own experiences in life and writing when commenting on other’s words, but that does not mean I know better than anybody else. The judges might not all agree, and similarly there will be a wide range across readers votes. What I am trying to say is, do not take things too much to heart with regard to feedback. Simply try and take something constructive from it through to the next round.

My Feedback for Round One Fiction Marathon

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FEAR ENTRIES

  1. Feeding Time

I like the confidence in this sentence – to use a made up phrase you need to be sure of your own abilities.

I wondered would the beast not smell the baby anyhow?


  1. *Dangerous Driveway*

I think the first part of the sentence could have been constructed better. But this is a minor observation.

Wow. Now this did evoke fear in me. I heard the crunch too. Well done.


  1. *Hiding place?*

I Like the “silent safety” alteration as later the noise of the baby breaks the quiet and also the safety, and this is what evokes the fear.

I think you did a great job.


  1. Not alone

Great atmosphere in this sentence. A chilling mix with the smells and tempreture.

I think it should be “swings” not “swung.”


  1. Soul death

Oh how I would like to know what the actions were.

The thought of someone I had a strong bond with leaving evoked a scary, sad, regret in me.


  1. The Afterlife

You have given us so much to chew on in this sentence. It does feel a little like two.

However, what a horrific scene that evoked a lot of fear in me.


  1. Broken Silence

A relatively straight forward sentence which flows nicely. I would have just had her naked.

I can image being that woman and how my heart would jump with fear! Good job.


  1. The Corridor

I think it should be “crept” not “creeping”. So much going on in a short sentence, which provided great visuals. The title could perhaps have told us more about the corridor.

This felt like a dream so didn’t really evoke fear.


  1. Hunted

I could really visualise this scene. I’m not sure she chose a great hiding place though.

I felt she was going to be found immediately and this got my heart beating faster.


  1. *Deep Cut*

This works brilliantly in the second person. After all you are trying to evoke fear in the reader. So well done. Love the way you have used ‘burn/ice-cold’.

You completed scared me! Full of fear… I may not sleep for a week 🙂


  1. *Daddy’s Rapture*

Oh, this is so evil. I am feeling horror rather than fear, but they are often linked. Love the simplicity of this sentence – no prisoners taken here. Well done.


  1. Groaking Feast

I am not sure I understand this sentence. I think he must have been approaching the food. You were brave using ‘groaking’ but I didn’t feel fear when reading, but perhaps that is because I have never been starving.


  1. Old Church

I liked the ghostly feel of this one and the straight forward nature of the narrative. Not sure it evokes fear in me though.


  1. God’s Bathroom

Great title and you have left us in no doubt about the horrific scene. I would like to know who is holding the needle.


  1. Dreaming

Nicely done. I can visualise them watching and waiting until the time is right. I think you had room to amp up the fear although I like the swift change from gentle (soft/sweet) to loud (screams/symphony).


  1. Something Approaches

Not keen on the title. Although you have made good use of the word count to set a chilling scene for the reader. You could lose “that” and it does read a little like 2 sentences.


  1. Blood Kiss

Quite a cliched scene but a fantastic sentense. The first few words told me what to expect but I liked “shocked convulsions” and “questioning terror.”


  1. Remnants

This is horrid and scary. Well done. The title works for the story too. I would have used a different phrase to “spitting image.” Perhaps a “death echo.”


  1. Until Proven

This made me think about the whole bazaar concept that strangers can decide a person fate, which happens in the legal system. The fear came in late, but was there.


  1. Fear

Thinking of a dog whimpering when you can’t see why is scary. I think I would have liked to know what type of dog. If it was a Germon Shepard for example, I would have really been worried. I presumed the “him” is an unwanted person.


  1. Unpleasant Surprise

Abandoned houses are scary places but I need to know more about why this room could be horrifying. However, very intrigued about the plastic wrap.


  1. *Stung*

A very real frightening experience here. Described well. Plus, the title tells us more about the sentence. Great job. Personally, I would not have used crept twice. It can work to repeat like that, but usually in longer stories.


  1. Kissing Surprise

A cliched fear situation but I often find vampire scenes very sexy. A nicely written sentence though.


  1. Running Scared

This is something that would frighten me for sure. Being followed late at night. I don’t think the flirty text is needed.


  1. Baby Doll

That would be a horrifying thing to happen. Not sure about using “toddler”, – perhaps something more personal, such as a name or endearment.


  1. *Innocence Punished*

I like that the guillotine was almost mocking the person about to lose their life – “sang”. I also think the title is good as it adds to the story, telling us the person was not guilty. Well done.


  1. *Copied Cat*

The fear comes from her words being ripped and stole from her soul and the dreaded writer’s block(dead muse). Well-structured and a brave idea. Love the originality.


  1. Death Wish

Very true. The situation would be dreadful. But I need more to feel fear. You mention an event but don’t tell me more about it.


  1. Raptor

Love the continued hawking theme. And the imagery is very scary. I think you could have left a few words out. But I am spare writer and I realise you wanted to make the very most of the word count.


  1. Jarring Emptiness

The two “this” words so close together meant the sentence didn’t flow for me when I began reading, but after, I have to say the idea put across does evoke fear in me.


I have *stared the titles* of my 7 favourites. But, well done to all the writers. I think this is the strongest round one I have seen in the fiction marathon and the smut marathon.


Have a read of Hardison Parker’s experience of this round.

Here’s a short story I wrote all about fear.


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